My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Cinderella Enters the Rich Family

After calling out to Ms. King, Cecelia Archer realized she hadn’t yet greeted Second and Third Aunt, which was a breach of etiquette, so she dutifully addressed them as well.

Second and Third Aunt responded with forced smiles, and the Old Master told Ms. King to take Candy to get something to eat.

Once Candy had gone, the Old Master asked Second and Third Aunt.

"Are the children coming home tonight?"

"They," of course, referred to the children of Second and Third Aunt, who hurriedly replied.

"Of course they are! When do they ever not come home? They’re always by your side, aren’t they? Early this morning, the kids were clamoring about giving you a grand birthday party, and they all went out to get you gifts. With such devoted grandchildren, Dad, you simply must live to be a hundred."

He heard such flattery every day. Besides paying lip service, the women had no other talents. The Old Master remained noncommittal.

"If you still have things to do, go on and finish up. I’m going to check on Candy."

Candy’s sweet little voice drifted over from the kitchen, making the Old Master’s heart melt. He wanted to go talk with her again.

After the Old Master walked away, Damien Vaughn wrapped an arm around Cecelia Archer’s shoulder.

"Let’s go get changed. Second Aunt, Third Aunt, if you’ll excuse us."

Damien Vaughn’s room was the easternmost one on the third floor. It was large, spacious, clean, and comfortable, but Cecelia Archer felt extremely awkward.

There was only one bed. ’Surely she and Candy aren’t expected to stay here with him tonight, are we?’

"Mr. Vaughn..."

"Still calling me Mr. Vaughn?"

Damien Vaughn watched her pace around the room, leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets.

"Was everything I told you a waste of breath? You really don’t want this job? Do you hate me that much?"

Cecelia Archer: "..."

’What right did she have to hate President Vaughn? It was just...’

"Relax, we won’t be staying here long-term. After tonight, I’ll arrange a new place for you. Second and Third Aunt are difficult, but you don’t have to deal with them. Just ignore them."

"I’ll have to trouble you to play along with me just for tonight. You can call me Damien. It’s not that difficult, is it, Cecelia Archer?"

Cecelia Archer felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. ’I’m already here,’ she thought. ’Wouldn’t it be wrong of me to refuse to cooperate now?’

"I understand."

Satisfied, Damien Vaughn pushed himself off the door. "That outfit isn’t quite suitable for tonight. I’ll have someone bring an evening gown for you. Go ahead and get washed up."

Cecelia Archer didn’t understand the lifestyle of a family like this. ’Changing into an evening gown for a simple birthday celebration?’ But since Damien Vaughn had said so...

By the time she emerged in a bathrobe, having showered and washed her hair, the evening gown had already arrived.

A man with long hair, an incredibly slender figure, and the aura of a supermodel was talking to Damien Vaughn.

Hearing footsteps, the man turned his head.

His eyes lit up when he saw Cecelia Archer.

"So this is her. She is quite attractive. Fine, I admit defeat, but I’m still not happy about it. Damien, you heartless man, what am I supposed to do now~"

Damien Vaughn was lounging on the sofa, his posture casual.

"When it comes to me, you’d lose to any woman. Do you think the Old Master would ever let you into the Vaughn Family’s home? Or can you bear my children? Enough nonsense. Just do her styling."

The man stomped his foot coquettishly, then grabbed his makeup bag and gestured for Cecelia Archer to sit down.

Cecelia Archer sat across from Damien Vaughn. As the man worked on her makeup, she listened to him chat with Damien Vaughn and learned that he was a childhood friend named Zeke Walton, whose family was in the cosmetics business.

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